Mr. Theroux

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Good old Mr. Theroux
A bachelor through and through.
A week away from Christmas eve
His apartment he’d leave,
An old white bag clutched in hand;
No one seemed to understand
Why on a cold night one would stand
All alone
For hours up ‘til dawn.
They say he’s waiting for someone.
A long lost love?
A purpose? A sign?
Could be too that he’s just demented,
Or from a dark past, a soul tormented.
Then this year I came to find,
A woman in his stead.
She’s ready with her forgiveness, she said…
Only to find him already dead.

© 2012 K.Z. Morano

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31 thoughts on “Mr. Theroux

  1. Oh Kz you always do it! You just have a way of sitting back and pulling a story out of your magic hat, that I really enjoy!
    I lie the style here, the verse works wonders..

  2. That is so very sad!
    Well written, though.

    A side note, I think most Friday Fictioneers read the stories posted through the blue thingy rather than in the comments.

    • i have no idea why your comments always end up in the spam >< that's why it's taking me so long to reply.. thank you so much; i followed your advice and posted through the blue thingy ^^ i had no idea there were so many other participants lol

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